Lord, Help Me

There are many times throughout each week, exhausted, saddened, or angered by something I’ve seen, that I raise my eyes and hands up and say “Lord, help me.” I see the way of the world, I see people who should know better chasing after things other than God, I see people use Him as an excuse to do what they do, and I cry out “Lord, help me.” Sometimes, in the depths of my anguish, it’s all that I can say. Those three words mean so much more than they say, and I know that He hears me, and knows what I need. And help He does. In the cry of my soul, I receive joy that makes no sense. I find help through temptation, pain, and struggle. I find rest and peace when my mind is in torment. This is the God I serve.


Many of us want to solve all of the world’s problems by posting about it on social media. We want to moan and cry out and complain (there is nothing wrong with being in grief or crying out, so long as the only attention is on God and not ourselves). God is our help, He is our fortress, He is our deliverer. He hears us when we call, and He is near to the broken hearted. He understands us intimately, knowing each hair upon our heads. He loves us, sparing nothing from us, not even the life of His own Son. Whatever you’re going through this today, know this: if, in your anger, hurt and pain all you can cry out “Lord, help me,” it is enough. He hears, He knows, and He is there for you. Cry out, even if words can’t be formed, for He knows your thoughts intimately, and He will provide the help you need.


Psalm 46


God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble. Therefore we will not fear though the earth gives way, though the mountains be moved into the heart of the sea, though its waters roar and foam, though the mountains tremble at its swelling. Selah


There is a river whose streams make glad the city of God, the holy habitation of the Most High. God is in the midst of her; she shall not be moved; God will help her when morning dawns. The nations rage, the kingdoms totter; he utters his voice, the earth melts. The LORD of hosts is with us; the God of Jacob is our fortress. Selah


Come, behold the works of the LORD, how he has brought desolations on the earth. He makes wars cease to the end of the earth; he breaks the bow and shatters the spear; he burns the chariots with fire. “Be still, and know that I am God. I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth!” The LORD of hosts is with us; the God of Jacob is our fortress. Selah




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